In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

Swim out of your little pond.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

There is a place where words are born of silence.

Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.